บททั้งหมดของ Mafia Lords: On Knees Begging For Her Forgiveness : บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

The smell of vanilla and melted butter filled the kitchen air.I sat on a stool near the counter, rolling my sleeves up to my elbows. My cheeks were dusted with flour. I had learned this recipe in Italy, just for Angelo back then.“The smell is so good,” Angelo chuckled happily, sniffing the air.“I’m almost done, hun,” I said, something flickering in my mind.“This is a huge amount of cookies, Mommy. Are we going to eat all of them?” he asked, his big eyes following the movement of my hands over the oven tray.“No, bebe.” I smiled. “We’ll invite the others to eat with us. What do you think?”“Yay!” he cheered. “Everyone will see how good my mommy is at making cookies.”He spun in circles around me as if he was driving a car. “Their moms can’t make them like you.”I laughed softly. I knew he believed I was the best cook in the world, after Mama of course.“What’s that smell?” I heard Ricardo’s voice behind me.“Just boredom,” I said nonchalantly. “Do you want some?”When I turned, my

​I bit my lower lip, staring at the pen in his hand.​“What?” he asked. “Are you changing your mind now?”​There was nothing overtly suspicious about the contract. He stated clearly that the marriage would last for three months, unless we decided to cancel that condition. But somehow, I felt—no, I knew—there was a layer of manipulation hidden in the fine print.​I reached out and pulled the pen from his fingers, locking my eyes with his. He smirked, his gaze roaming over my face before slowing on my parted lips as I playfully slid the end of the pen between them.​“Still hesitating?” he mocked. I could see it in his eyes; he didn’t truly believe I would go through with it.​But who cared what he thought? I needed to teach him a lesson, and I was going to enjoy every second of it.Did he really think he could just kidnap me and expect submission? Nadia had already warned me that some of the Russetti family members were questioning my ability to lead.It was time to prove everyone wron

LucaI stared at the closed door in disbelief. She really did this. I pulled harder against the shackles until the metal cut deeper into my wrists and blood slid slowly down my skin.“Mila…” I growled her name again, staring at the closed door as if I could drag her back through it by force alone; but only silence answered me.Where the fck all the guards? Why no one answering me?For the first time in years someone had played me. Only her.The woman I let inside my head. Inside my space. Inside my fcking guard.A dark laugh escaped my throat, low and dangerous.“She drugged me…” I muttered to myself, remembering the sweetness of her voice, the softness of her body on top of mine, the innocent look in her eyes while she was planning all this..My jaw tightened violently.The wine. The cookies. The sweet little smiles.Every single thing was calculated.“Fck…” I hissed, throwing my head back for one brief second.Then rage exploded through me again. I pulled against the shackles with b

My smile widened as Angelo jumped off the sofa and ran toward him.“Uncle Levi!” he exclaimed. Levi caught him effortlessly.Something in my chest softened at the sight.Levi truly cared about Angelo. He cared about all the people he loved.Levi was everything Luca was not. And that was one of the reasons I had chosen him.“Uncle Levi,” Angelo said after Levi set him back on the floor, “can I show you the techniques Uncle Luca taught me in the car racing video game?”Levi looked at me. His smile was still there, but it seemed weaker this time.“Sure, buddy,” he said, sitting beside Angelo.After watching them for a moment, I cleared my throat.“Umm... I have an important call. I'll be back.”“Take your time, hun,” Levi said with a smile. “We'll be here playing.”I smiled back and turned away, but an ugly feeling settled in my chest.Every time Levi looked at me with that open, trusting smile, guilt crept in.I pushed the feeling aside, locked myself inside my room, and opened my lapto

My hand trembled violently and a few drops of water spilled from my glass and splashed onto my lap as my heart skipped a beat.I stared at the message then read it again and again.Luca.It was him.I didn’t need to see his name on the caller ID to know it was him.For a long moment, I could only sit there in silence, my eyes fixed on the glowing screen.I shewed down my lips and thought, ‘How did he know about the engagement?’‘The announcement hadn't even been made publicly yet.’A cold sensation crawled down my spine. He was closer than I thought. Much closer. Dangerously closer.The fear I had been trying to suppress for days suddenly surged to the surface like a thunder in my chest.I let out a trembling sigh. That silence...God, that silence had been terrifying.I had almost convinced myself that maybe he was busy. Maybe he was distracted. Maybe he had finally accepted that I was not worth his time and attention and…Who was I fooling?This was Luca. Il Don. Cattivo.Luca Hayde